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Ylvan is distracted as she insists on re-wrapping the young man's bandage before he leaves, muttering to herself "tsk, tsk, sloppy work here, let's make sure you don't get infected and lose this arm." She lets the more well-spoken members of the group do the talking, while she talks with Hugin about the possibility of encountering a werewolf and whether or not they know anything about such a thing.

Knowledge Arcana or Nature if applicable: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

Hearing the young storyteller expound on the abilities of the group, a smile crosses Ylvan's face. When Tyrus describes himself as "a humble storyteller next to these giants", a soft laugh escapes from her lips. If that's humble, then I'd hate to see a boastful storyteller! she thinks to herself. Yet he does have an uncommon way with words, I hope he can handle a blade half as well as he speaks.

When the young man steps forward to volunteer information, she steps up next to Garlon. "Yes, now, out with it, you've nothing to fear, we trust you and will believe your tale. Your wounds are proof enough of its truth to me." she says rather brusquely.

Tyrus, that was simply great! One of the best posts I've seen a long time.

Hearing the men boast of their prowess, Ylvan shakes her head and says something in a sarcastic tone to Hugin. She makes her way over to the table. "Well then, it sounds like we could storm Valhalla itself if we wished with this troupe. My name is Ylvan, this is Hugin and together we work to discover the mysteries of the world. I do my best to keep warriors such as yourselves alive when they are wounded. We're also adept at controlling the underlying spirits of the world to call aid for our allies or hinder our enemies. It sounds like most of you could use some wise advice too, to make sure you don't run off and get yourselves killed too quickly."

When Garlon inquires into the game, Ylvan gives him a toothy grin and responds "The King always wins, after all, the worst he can do is be captured. Now all these men fighting over him, they're the losers. Whether they be his captors or defenders, many of them will die."

As the conversation turns to the attack on the town, she puts forward what she knows. "Well then, I helped treat some of the men that were injured in the attack. They had deep claw wounds and tales of a strong beast that came from the dark. I couldn't tell what sort of animal it was from their description, but probably a bear or wolf.... strange that one would attack a town like this though. And it sounds persistent, like it wasn't after food, after all, six men fell before it was fought off."

I didn't, but it doesn't matter too much, Ylvan doesn't have much use for weapons... I'll go add another couple gp for the price of her dagger.

At the other end of the common room, Ylvan sits, apparently playing a game of hnefatafl with a large raven. The two talk almost constantly in a flurry of chirps and squawks to each other as they push the stones around the board.

When they entered, Ylvan greeted Einar briefly, but not in an unfriendly manner (for her at least). The two know each other, as they share a common interest in the herbs and other mysteries of the world around them. They also share the common bond of both being social pariahs in the town. But Ylvan is hard to make friends with and their conversations have mostly been about the properties of wolfsbane, blackcap mushrooms, or similar subjects.

Here's Ylvan, should be pretty much complete, let me know if you have any questions.